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Anything yet?

How about you?

Oh, right.

I found a way in a half an hour ago.

I guess I just forgot to tell you.

Silly me.

What did it say again?

I've already told you.

It says the same thing over and over again

in the 40 different languages

that I've been able to identify in the, what,

12 hours we've been working on this thing?

Look, I don't care what your sources say

about this being a place of healing.

It's not worth our time.

Maximilian.

Nothing we've got can cut through it,

we can't dig under it, the walls go straight down

for 50 feet,

the only way in is to blow the doors,

and that'll just destroy

anything of value on the inside.

We really are-

Maximilian!

Now that I have your attention,

be a good fellow and humor me.

What did it say again,

precisely?

"Enter freely through the path of sorrows."

Thank you.

Waste not, want not.

So, we've searched the area.

The only paths leading up here

are the ones that we've made,

so I really don't know

what this so-called path of sorrows

is supposed to be.

All roads intersect

with the path of sorrows.

Sooner or later.

Dureena.

Haven't you found a way in yet?

No. I have used every trick I know.

I've tried everything.

So you've failed.

Have you ever failed before?

Has there ever been a time

when it mattered to you desperately

to find a way through a wall like this,

and you failed?

Yes. Yes? Oh!

And did someone's life depend on it?

Yes! And did you swear

that you would never fail again

in their memory,

and if so, how does that make you feel?

Stop!

Thank you.

Coming?

Matthew Gideon, Captain.

Attached to the Earth alliance Starship Excalibur.

To find a cure to the Drakh plague

before it wipes out all life on Earth.

anywhere I have to.

Who do you serve?

and who do you trust?

You know, what you did back there...

that was unfair.

We had to enter through the path of sorrows.

It had to be sincere

in case we were being watched.

That's not the point.

Look, you know me, Galen.

You know me like few ever have or ever will,

and you used that knowledge unfairly.

No.

What I said required no special knowledge.

We are, all of us, afraid of failing,

deep down, where we think no one can see it.

Tell me something, Galen.

Have you ever apologized

for anything you've done?

Just the once.

And, typically,

it came far too late to matter.

Over here.

What is it?

I'm not sure.

I can't get through the outer shell.

I'm not picking up any other rooms or passages.

This would appear to be all there is.

It doesn't appear to be a mechanism of any kind.

More like a stasis bubble.

Stand by to jump...

now!

Get us the hell out of here!

It's coming in!

Captain?

Are you all right?

Yeah. Yeah, fine.

Something inside there looked at me, and...

and what?

I'm not sure.

Well... this is all there is.

What do you want us to do with it?

Well, we can't just leave it here.

If there is something... alive in there,

it's... it's trapped. No food, no water.

We're taking it back with us.

Uh, are you sure that's such a-

now.

What's with him?

Well, haven't you noticed by now?

He never walks away from a distress signal,

or... abandons someone who might be in trouble.

He never leaves anyone behind.

Why?

I don't know.

He never talks about it.

All decontamination protocols

are in place.

Surface scans show no unstable particles...

whatever's inside,

what if it's being held there

against its will?

Maybe it's been imprisoned.

It could be dying.

That's what we're trying to determine.

I know.

It's just that...

It's nothing, sir.

Good night.

Deck 14.

Flight deck's back that way.

I thought you said that you'd be leaving

once we got what we came for.

Yes...

I did.

But... you're not leaving?

No.

I'm just here.

We, all of us, have to be... somewhere.

This place seemed to be as good as any.

You mean... you've been riding around in here

all night?

Mm-hmm.

You like going nowhere

at 120 miles an hour?

Of course.

That is man's natural condition.

I was thinking

about Matthew's reaction to the object we found.

He seems...

he seems...

he seems quite drawn to it.

He's curious.

I think people like him

are born to ask questions.

That implies a directed universe.

There is no planning...

no design to our lives.

Odd.

Given your profession, I'd figured you'd be

the one person who'd believe otherwise.

I think this is where I get off.

Metaphorically, metaphysically...

and literally.

But do go on riding.

Go around enough times, and with any luck,

you might come to the same conclusions I have.

Good night.

I know you're in there.

Who are you?

I don't know what you're saying, but...

I know what you're saying.

Ee're all in pain, one way or another.

At least, I've never met anyone

who wasn't.

What, that's it?

You don't get the right answers,

so you withdraw?

What do you expect?

"The truth"?

Great. So, if I say...

yeah, I'm in pain,

so what? What's it to you?

You don't even know me.

What the hell is it doing out here?

Unknown, sir.

There shouldn't be anything out here but us.

Well, damn it, something out here

is shooting at us, Lieutenant.

Gideon! "C" deck has been holed.

The automatic repair systems are shot,

and we're losing pressure.

We need you to take out

an E. V. A. team ASAP and fix it.

Aye, sir.

Moving 10 degrees off axis.

Going to check out the damage.

Roger that.

Helm, this is E. V. A. -one. What the hell is going on?

Stand by to jump...

now!

Get us the hell out of here!

It's coming in!

No!

No!

Computer, status.

How much air do I have left?

Estimate remaining air supply

at 30 minutes.

Open a channel.

Mayday!

I repeat,

mayday.

This is ensign Matthew Gideon

of the Earth alliance destroyer cerberus.

to unidentified ships, I need your help.

My ship has been destroyed.

I don't know if you can hear me.

I don't know if you can understand me...

but in 30 minutes, I'll be dead, and-

there-

there will be no one left to speak

for the people who died here.

You have to help me. You have-

don't go.

Don't-

don't go.

Rest.

You're safe now.

Who are you?

Galen.

and this ship you allegedly saw-

is a wit! It destroyed my ship.

but you have no evidence,

and it doesn't match any known silhouette.

I know. It's-

look, it may have been

a first-contact situation.

Did Captain Ross invoke first-contact protocol?

I don't know. I wasn't there.

And then you say you were picked up

by another unidentified ship,

and that's how you got to omega-7?

I think so. It's-

I remember being picked up, but that's all.

He...

He saved me. Said his...

said his name was Galen.

Human?

Maybe. I- I�m not sure.

President Clark wants this cleared up

as soon as possible.

Our investigation of the scene indicates

the cerberus was destroyed

when her jump engines malfunctioned.

That's not true! I saw it hit!

What you saw or think you saw

was the result of carbon dioxide poisoning.

Shock. Trauma.

Then how the hell did I get out of there alive?

I don't know, ensign.

That's for you to explain,

not us.

I'll raise another 100.

Too rich for my blood, Lieutenant.

I don't have 100. I've only got 50.

Stake's 100. Call or fold.

Would you accept some collateral?

Well, it depends. What have you got?

I'm told- I'm told it's old.

Real old.

Older than mankind, even.

I only got it

a little over a year ago.

Ahem!

I was different then.

It's an apocalypse box.

Have you ever heard of an apocalypse box?

It gives you an edge.

It knows things no one else knows.

It's worth a lot more than what's here,

but I'd be willing to put it up for collateral

if you'll accept it.

All right.

What have you got?

Sorry.

No, no, no, no.

It's all right.

It's over.

It's yours.

I don't have to...

ohh... ohh...

you don't know what it's been...

it lies, you know? You know that?

It lies.

You have to be very careful

because... it lies.

Not all the time.

Just enough.

Just enough so that you-

oh!

Frederick, what happened?

He ran right in front of my skimmer!

I couldn't stop in time.

It's not my fault!

You're going to be ok. We'll get a doctor.

No.

No doctor.

I'm free.

Don't.

You understand?

I'm free.

There's no other way out.

You see...

you pulled that out of me.

Ok, now you know about the box

and my ship.

What's next, blackmail?

Selling the information to others? What?

"Nothing. "

He never leaves anyone behind.

He never talks about it.

He never talks about it.

Are you all right?

Is there anything that I can do to help?

Are you in any pain?

It's a great day for the psi corps, john.

A great day for all telepaths.

We have struck deep at the resistance

and captured most of their leaders.

That's great, sir.

Uh, we weren't as... polite with them

as we might have been, but...

when you have a few troublemakers

pitting brother against brother,

telepath against telepath,

it's a little hard to be sympathetic.

We expect to have this wrapped up

in a few days.

Some of the top people in the corps

are coming here to oversee

the final stages of the war,

so most of the psi cops

have been reassigned to protective duty.

In their absence, I...

need someone I can trust for a very special job,

and I believe that...

you are that person, John.

I'll do my best, sir.

I know you will, son.

This is a very special case.

one of the leaders of the resistance.

She's a high-powered p-12.

Since all the psi cops of equal power

are tied up,

we've got her on sleepers

to control her abilities

and make sure she can't influence anyone.

Most of the medical staff

are p-1's and p-2's,

so I wanted someone a little stronger

to administer the sleepers.

Once this is over,

we'll send her to the research facility

at syria planum for...

further examination.

Give her the drug once every 2 hours,

until this is over,

then we can turn our attention

to our real struggle with the... normals.

Well, I'll check back with you later,

make sure everything is ok.

Yes, sir.

Why are you doing this? why are-

I'm not supposed to talk to you.

No, I suppose not.

Funny, isn't it?

An organization of telepaths,

and no one's allowed to think for themselves?

I know it's wrong to murder,

and that's what you and the resistance

have been doing.

You mean like what you're doing to me now.

I'm not.

You're an accomplice.

That makes you an accomplice.

They'll send me back, and they'll kill me,

and they'll keep killing anyone

who opposes the corps.

That's not true.

No?

You have the clearance.

Check the status

on the other resistance leaders

who've been sent back home.

They're dead.

All of them.

Well, maybe they deserved to die.

For what?

The crime of defending ourselves?

For trying to be free of the corps?

Don't you ever want to be free?

Don't you dream of living

the life you want to live?

Not imprisoned behind the corps...

what if it's being held there against it's will?

It could be dying.

Last night I checked the records.

Even slipped into a few files

I'm not authorized to see.

thought I'd go in and prove you wrong.

Thought I'd go in and prove you wrong.

But I wasn't.

They're all dead, aren't they?

Well... what are a few more lives

if the corps goes on?

So what, if you never breathe free

for the rest of your life...

however long that is?

Because sooner or later,

we'll win.

If you help them, my death

and the death of everyone who follows me

will be on your hands.

There's nothing I can do.

Then don't do anything.

If you do nothing,

you have nothing on your conscience.

Let whatever happens happen.

You don't have to help them.

You don't have to-

oh, John, good. I was looking for you.

Has the prisoner said anything to you?

No, sir. I mean, nothing important.

Pleading for her life, but-

Yes. Yes. That's to be expected.

We just had a report from the field.

Our forces hit the main base for the resistance,

but no one was there.

Looks like it's been empty for days.

Then where are they?

I don't know, but this worries me.

It says they knew we were coming.

What are you up to?

What do you mean?

Your base is empty.

The brass can't figure out what's going on.

Good. Then there's still time.

Nnhh!

It was the only way to smuggle in a homing device.

You allowed yourself to be captured?

We knew they had a base,

but we didn't know where.

We had to find out

before we could make our final strike.

So I let them pull me in,

hoping to get 2 minutes alone

and hoping to find someone like you,

someone with a conscience.

The homing device has a telepathic trigger.

Only I can activate it.

Then the others will come.

I suggest you get out of here

as fast as you can.

All the important people in the corps

must be here by now.

We're out of time.

You asked if I ever had dreams

about life outside the corps.

Ever since I was a little kid,

I wanted to be in Earth force,

to be on a starship, exploring the unknown.

But they don't let telepaths

in the regular military.

They say there's nothing they can do.

There's always something we can do,

and you just did it.

Thank you.

Now go. Quickly.

...base under attack.

You're free, John. Find your dreams.

No one knows.

I've never told anyone.

I'm so ashamed.

I know you.

I know what you are,

what you are doing to the others.

And we are going to have a little talk,

You and i.

I've examined every record...

every story.

I know what you are.

You leech off other people's emotions.

You batten off sorrow and pain,

the way an insect feeds on the blood of others

because you have no such feelings of your own.

Pleasing me has nothing to do with it.

If you disagree, then tell me.

You in your safe cocoon,

where no food, no water,

not even the outside air can reach.

Tell me.

What sustains you?

Forgiveness?

You live on forgiveness?!

I'm not afraid of it.

Only amused at the absurdity of it.

Are you saying that I need you...

you... to forgive me?

I must forgive... who?

There is no plan.

No design to our lives.

Galen?

Were you able to get through?

The ship's been destroyed.

I can't call out.

We're stuck on this miserable rock

until the others come looking for us.

I'm going to walk to the nearest village.

With any luck, they won't have heard

about the trouble here yet.

It's too far.

I have to try.

We were betrayed, Isabelle.

Sold out by 3 of our own kind,

lured here, stripped of everything

that made us what we are.

There has to be a price.

and is that price that I should die here alone?

You won't die. I won't allow it.

Dearest Galen,

I had planned one day to make a tapestry for you.

A portrait of the universe

with your picture and a microtext dot in the middle...

which would say, "center of the universe,

I am here. "

You'll get that chance.

Now, you shouldn't talk like that.

I'm dying.

The wound is too deep.

It's my time.

Stop saying that.

I refuse to accept a universe

that would choose to take you away from me

now that we've found each other.

How improbable was it that we should meet...

and fall in love...

and spend even this short time together, Galen?

There is a design,

and we are as much a part of it

as my love for you.

No one here can undo what has already been done.

Don't leave me to die alone.

I won't.

I won't.

I'm cold.

Hold my hand.

Listen to me, Galen.

My dearest love...

you have made me happy...

and proud... and I regret nothing.

My only regret would be

if the fire that I see in your eyes now

were to burn your soul to ash in the future.

Your soul is too beautiful for that.

You must learn one day

to forgive god for his decisions.

I'm sure it would greatly relieve him.

If there is a purpose,

if there is a design,

if there is a way after I'm gone,

I will call to you...

and say your name

and send you a message.

and you will know I was right...

as usual.

kiss me good night.

Damn you for raising that up before me.

You want me to forgive god?

You want me to forgive the universe for taking away

the only thing in this world that really mattered to me?

There is nothing beyond.

Only the tricks that we play

to persuade ourselves otherwise.

If I believed differently,

even for a moment...

then she died because someone somewhere

decided that she deserved to die,

and she did not!

She did not!

But you do!

you-

Galen!

You're not a murderer, Galen. Don't do it. Don't!

Prepare a shuttle for launch.

We're going to put this back where we found it.

May I ask why?

Because I don't think it belongs to anyone,

least of all us.

I think it belongs to whoever needs to find it.

Interesting that you should say

whoeverneeds to find it,

instead of whoever wantsto find it.

It's easier not to want forgiveness

or to expect it.

You just keep trying to fix the mistake

so we don't have to ask,

but you end up trying so hard

to atone for one set of mistakes, you-

you overcompensate and make new ones,

and then you can never break out of the cycle.

You just keep going round and round.

No way out.

Nowhere to go.

It's a strange thing, Lieutenant.

I have trouble sleeping.

I have for...

well,

for a long time.

I'm always waking up,

walking around, looking at the clock.

last night, I slept right through.

First time in years.

Same here.

Maybe that's why he was left here-

as a gift to travelers.

Someone who would never know our names,

never judge, never condemn.

Only forgive...

and leave the rest

to whoever came in the door-

to get better...

or walk away.

Maybe.

We should go.

They'll be waiting.

You've been cleared for takeoff.

You can leave at any time.

Thank you.

Oh, Galen.

We received a message for you

a little while ago.

A message?

Yes.

That's not possible.

How could anyone even know how to find me?

I don't know,

but the message is incomplete.

It just says your name.

Well, mainly.

What do you mean, "mainly"?

Well, it says your name and the word...

"love. "

the rest of it just got lost in static.

could you tell where it came from?

no.

the computer said it didn't come

from any specific location.

just out there,

in general, somewhere.

Yes.

Not possible.

I know.

if there is a purpose...

if there is a design...

if there is a way...

after I'm gone,

I will call to you...

and say your name...

and send you a message.

And you will know i was right.